It was almost a decade since her husband, Jake was killed by O’driscolls. The ring was still on her finger but when she was out of duty, on the free days, since she was a mighty fine bounty hunter now. The gang broke up and Sadie started a new, fresh line. She needed to finally get over Jake, right? It has been years, damn it.

That’s why tonight the widow visited a jazz bar. Not for the booze, but for the attracting posters of a jazz singer. A pretty one at that. Sadie knew it was wrong, they were both women, but her eyes never left the vocalist for even a second as she was up on the stage. God damn..

Sadie’s duster was draped over the back of her chair as her gloved hand was holding the whiskey glass. Her legs manspread, almost intentionally. “Thought yer would be thirsty after all that singin’.” The widow said casually to the jazz singer who walked down the stage, walking close to Sadie. Her hand, wrapped in leather gestured to the drink in front of her that she ordered for the woman.

“Sadie Adler, ma’am.” She tilted the brim of her cowboy hat slightly to show respect.